Daughter of War

The Awakening

Dazed, I rolled over and snuck a look at where I'd ended up. I was on the floor of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. I seriously hate when this happens. Unfortunately, I can't remember a thing that happens when I black out. I started to pick myself up off of the floor when I noticed a note siting just out of hands reach. Reaching for the note, I realized that it was in my own handwriting. With my heart pounding, I read the note. It simple said "it will continue until you learn your power".

"What the fuck is this suppose to mean?" She said into the empty space. Alexandria was completely confused as to what the note meant, but she was definitely frightened that it had been written in her own handwriting. If only she could remember what happened to her during her black outs. She was tired of waking up in random abandoned buildings and cemeteries. The black outs started about three months ago when she turned 18. The black outs were starting to happen every other day now. What was happening to her?

"My life is going to hell in a hand basket" Alexandria sighed. Fury unfurled inside of Alexandria, as she thought about how helpless she was in this situation and there was nothing on this earth that she hated more than being helpless. She had more than her fair share of it and vowed never to be helpless again. Alexandria pushed those tormenting though from her mind as she took a quick check of her being, since it wouldn't be the first time she had awaken with random bruises on her body. Same lean pale arms and legs, the same pale flat stomach and narrow hips, so no damage done this time. Slowly picking up her weary and sore body, Alexandria started towards the door with the exit sign above it. As she reached the door, she realized that she didn't recognize the surroundings outside the building. Last that she remembered she was outside the art museum, but the area she was looking at looked like she was in the Kensington area. How could she have gotten to Kensington? She didn't even know anybody in this area.

"Okay, these black outs are getting a little out of hand" She said as she walked towards the nearest corner. Alexandria lost track of time as she walked back to her lofts on South Street. When she finally reached her house, it was close to midnight. The black outs were lasting longer now. The first black out only last an hour. Last that she remembered, Alexandria was at the art museum at noon. The black out lasted over ten hours. Kicking off her shoes, Alexandria checked her answering machine.

"You have two new messages." Shrilled the automated voice. "Message one. Hey, Andria. It's Dom. What happened to you? You totally stood me up. Call me when you get this". Sighing, Alexandria quickly deleted the message, as if that could change that she would have never showed up to meet Dominic, even if she didn't black out.

"Message two. Hey, my darling. It's mom. I was just calling to she how you are. Plus I wanted to see if you would come with me to one of the society's balls. Please call me when you get home. Love ya, baby girl." Alexandria deleted the last message and headed towards the shower. There was nothing she needed more right now than feeling the beating of hot water against her sore body. Slowly stripping out of her dingy white tank top and blue jeans, she stepped under the automatic spray of perfect temperature water. Times like this she was glad that her family was wealthy. Soaping up her long auburn hair, she couldn't help as her thoughts slowly turned towards her black outs. Why we're they happening? What could they mean? Why had they started? Unfortunately, Alexandria didn't have an answer for any of the questions that we're circling in her mind. After rinsing the soap from her body, she slowly stepped out from the shower and wrapped an extremely fluffy towel around herself and walked into her bedroom. Not even bothering to get dressed, Alexandria dropped onto her black satin four poster bed and instantly slipped into unconsciousness.

An ornate temple made entirely of smooth black marble. Grecian pillars and arches decorate the various doorways and halls. A grotesquely large man, close to seven feet tall, frustratingly paced next to the indoor pond. Pulling at his long ebony hair, the man looked deep into the mirror still pool. Slowly, the silver reflection in the pool swirled until it formed into image of Alexandria falling asleep in her bed. Bellowing a roar that would chill your bones, the man hurled a stone into the pond's surface disrupting the pristine surface.